a picture of stained-glass windows inside a church with dark gray brick walls. The scripture is overlayed and says: Yet, O Lord, you are our Father; We are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. Isaiah 64:8

There’s a scripture in the Bible that says:

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! 

2 Corinthians 5:17

Before I came to Christ and fully accepted Him as my Lord and Savior, I was one of those “chief sinners” as Paul describes himself in 1 Timothy 1: 15 (KJV).

I could give Paul a run for his money, sans the whole murderer thing.

But, I was a sinner. And, for many years, and even now, I struggle with my past sins and even some current ones. Although my “sins” in a sense have changed, the fact that they bother me remains the same.

In my “past life” my sins consisted of alcoholism, debauchery, (Oh yes, I was debaucherous.), lust You name it, I most likely had a part to play in it.

But then…

I was invited to a church service by a friend. It happened to be Christmas time, you know, the BEST time to invite a heathen like me to church. I knew at least I should attend church at Christmas so I said yes. He was a musician on the worship team, so at the beginning of the service he would be playing and I would have to sit alone. And, so that I wasn’t alone he kindly saved me a seat.

Right next to the pastor.


So the entire time I could only think about one thing:

Don’t CUSS!


Why did I want to cuss at church?

Because the music was so bleeping fantastic!

I didn’t know church music could be like this. I didn’t know church could be like this. I didn’t know worshiping God could — dare I say — be FUN!

And, on that night, I began my now 18 year journey with the Lord.

I’ve shed a lot of sins and kept a few. (Please excuse my f-bombs.)

But, I am new–

A new creation in Christ. Molded by the Potter’s hand into what He wants me to be. What He created me to be.

The old me is gone. The new is here. I am a piece of clay being molded, refined, and gaining pretty embellishments every single day.

And, so are you!

I will never look back from that night in 2003 and say, “I wish I hadn’t gone to church for Christmas.” It changed me. And, set me on my path that I am on today. A path of happiness, contentment, joy and peace.

Even with the occasional f-bomb.

Hey, I’m not perfect. That’s what those little embellishments are for.

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